✧ ཻུ۪۪. love is the most beautiful of dreams ,
and the worst of nightmares . . .
the walking dead | seasons 4 - 8
( carl grimes x fem!oc )
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12/20/20 & 6/17/22 - #1 in chanderriggs
5/26/22 & 1/2...
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( flashback/dream )
THE DAYS AT THE prisonwere always consumed with the sun, from what Ella could remember. The rain scarcely ever did fancy making its wishful appearance, adding along to the typical, scorching Georgia heat. In which created scorching rays of sunlight to gently radiate off of their skins, to influence the sensation of internal warmth that could only occur in such a place, whilst during such a memorable summer.
The place they all once grew to call their home was harder to forget than she would have openly cared to admit, in all honesty.
Sometimes, it was the walls, who carried her back to these memories. How they reminded her so very dearly of the intertwined wires that tried their very best to keep them all safe, for months on end. Then again, sometimes it happened to be the people. How both Alexandria and the prison held so many individuals that, as expected, weren't meant to be living in this world. Or, perhaps, it was the incomparable feeling of relaxation that brought her back. How easily it felt, to finally allow herself to relish in the serenity of a conserved community.
Yet, naturally, it was the sun this time, that brought her back.
Just the simple star that shone brightly over their heads, that helped incite the feeling of recollection. How its presence brought on a familiar welcoming, that merely caused pain, if one were to get too close. Either with stinging, bright red sunburns, or the blinding light it gladly emitted. All of which, happened to have its wide variety of similarities, with the memory of their crumbled sanctuary. How the memories of such a wonderful, joyful place appeared to be harmless, at first glance. Only then though, could the consequence of hurt come along with remembering such relaxation in their lifestyle.
Much like the suns bitter waves, Ella was often reminded of the tragedies that followed her once thriving home, too.
After all, that was where it all started — the downfall.
